Upon my shoulder
A leaf
Upom that leaf
My heart
Within that heart
Boundless unconditional love
Trapped in a box
My love is ever lasting
But as fleeting as the wind
Though it may never end
It may leave and never come again
Cherish it and anchor it
Hold it, scrap book it, put it in a chest
Keep it under lock and key
For if you let it go
Away it flies
With the next strong breeze
Dark Prince Marque
(The Martyr)
YOU ARE READING
Tales of martyrdom
Randompoetic and spoken word confessions of my regrets and actions for the sake of those i care for most.
